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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
The Names,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
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.