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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.