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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
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.