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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
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.