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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
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You don't know what you really want.
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