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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
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.