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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.