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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Japan,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.