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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
UT,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
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.