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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Lyres,
The Associates,
DNA,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.