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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.