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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Index,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Faust,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.