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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.