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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.