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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.