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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
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.