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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Television,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.