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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
CMW,
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.