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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.