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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Howard Jones 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Monks,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.