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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.