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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.