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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.