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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
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.