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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agitation Free 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Wings,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Organ,
Ituana,
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.