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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.