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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.