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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.