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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.