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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Franke,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.