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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.