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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.