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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
June Days,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.