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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.