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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.