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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
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.