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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.