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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
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 marimba 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
The Evens,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.