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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.