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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.