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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.