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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monks to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Television,
The Gories,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.