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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
John Cale,
CMW,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
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.