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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.