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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
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.