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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
MC5,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.