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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.