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 Morocco and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.