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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
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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.