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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.