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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.