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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.