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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Names to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.