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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.