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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Index,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.