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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.