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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
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.