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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
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.