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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.