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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.