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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.