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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.