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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.