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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.