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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.