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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.