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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
June Days,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Q65,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.