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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 808 and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Franke,
Make Up,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.