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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.