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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.