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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
UT,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.