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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Germs to the techno 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.