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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Nico,
Organ,
Pagans,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.