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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.