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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Organ,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.