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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
cv313,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.