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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Icehouse 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.