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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar 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 Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Q65,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
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.