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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.