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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.