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 Canada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.