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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.