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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.