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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Swans,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.