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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Can,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
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.