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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.