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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Smog,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.