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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.