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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Nico,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.