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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
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.