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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.