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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Organ,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
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.