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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.