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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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.