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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.