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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Ituana,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
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.