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 Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.