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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.