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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.