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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.