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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.