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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 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?
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.