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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.