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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Quantec,
CMW,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.