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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.