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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.