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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.