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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Move 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.