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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.