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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Urselle,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.