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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.