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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Interpol,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.