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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
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.