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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jandek to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Can,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.