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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Standells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Whodini,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
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.