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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
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.