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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.