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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Monks,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.