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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Index,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
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.