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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
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.