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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
AZ,
Q65,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.