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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.