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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.