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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
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.