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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
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.