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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.