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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
UT,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
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.