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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.