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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.