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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.