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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.