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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.