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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.