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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Inner City,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
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.