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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Index,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.