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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
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.