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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.