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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.