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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.