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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Moleskins to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.