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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.