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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.