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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.