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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
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.