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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.