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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.