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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.