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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.