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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
JFA,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.