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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.