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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.