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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.