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 Namibia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail 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 funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.