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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
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.