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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.