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 Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.