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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.