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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Index,
Fear,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
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.