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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.