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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Television,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.