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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.