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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.