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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.