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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.