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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.