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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.