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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.