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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
the Association,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
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.