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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Television,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.