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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.