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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.