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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.