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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Jandek to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.