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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.