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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.