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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.