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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
MC5,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.