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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
AZ,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.