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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.