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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
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.