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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Television,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.