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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Mars to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.