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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monks to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.