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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.