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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.