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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.