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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
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.