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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.