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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.