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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.