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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
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.