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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.