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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.