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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.