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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
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.