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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
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.