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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.