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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.