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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.