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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.