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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.