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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
CMW,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.