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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.