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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.