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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.