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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.