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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
The Evens,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Wire,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
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.