Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.