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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.