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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.