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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.