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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Can,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.