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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Gong to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.