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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.