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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Symarip,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.