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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
UT,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.