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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.