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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.