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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.