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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.