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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
the Association,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
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.