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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.