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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.