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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.