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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.