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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.