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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.