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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Index,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.