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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.