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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
UT,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.