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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.