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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 808 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.