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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
June Days,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
MC5,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.