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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.