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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
The Move,
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.