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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Groovy Waters 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
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.