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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.