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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.