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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.