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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.