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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s 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 Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Urselle,
10cc,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.