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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
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.