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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.