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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
UT,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.