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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.