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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.