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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.