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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.