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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.