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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.