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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
a-ha,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.