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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.