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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wake to the punk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.