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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.