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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Monks,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Japan,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.