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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
UT,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
CMW,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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.