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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.