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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
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.