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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
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.