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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.