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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
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.