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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.