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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.