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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gories to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
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.