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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
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.