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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.