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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Flipper,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
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.