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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.