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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 rhodes and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Pole,
Index,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.