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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Crime,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.