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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.