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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.