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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Index,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.