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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
The Human League,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.