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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Can,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.