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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.