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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
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.