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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Ossler,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.