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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
John Cale,
MDC,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
UT,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.