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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.