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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.