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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Index,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Franke,
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.