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 South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
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.