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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.