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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Main Source,
X-102,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.