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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Gong,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.