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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.