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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Can,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
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.