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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.