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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
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.