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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.