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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.