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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.