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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
The Stooges,
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.