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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.