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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Hoover,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.