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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.