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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
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.