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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
June of 44,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.