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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.