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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.