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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.