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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.