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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Blues Magoos 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
X-101,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
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.