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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.