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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.