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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.