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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.