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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.