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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.