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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.