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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
the Association,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
AZ,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.