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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.