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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Pole,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.