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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.