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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.