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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.