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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.