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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.