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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
The Busters,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.