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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.