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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
cv313,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.