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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
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.