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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.