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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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.