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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.