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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners 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 disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
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.