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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Urselle,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Index,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
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.