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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
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.