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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.