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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Unwound,
Wings,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.