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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.