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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.