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 London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.