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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.