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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
DNA,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.