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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
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.