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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.