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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
JFA,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
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.