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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.