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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
The Busters,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
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.