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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mummies to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
CMW,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.