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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.