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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.