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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.