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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.