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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.