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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fuzztones to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.