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 Serbia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
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.