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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.