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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.