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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.