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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Television,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
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.