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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
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.