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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.