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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Television,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
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.