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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.