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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Ludus,
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.