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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Can,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.