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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Index,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
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.