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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.