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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.