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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.