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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.