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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
JFA,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.