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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.