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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.