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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Suicide,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
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.