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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Scion,
Lalann,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.