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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
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.