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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.