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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
UT,
The Standells,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.