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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.