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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Scion,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
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.