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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
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.