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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.