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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.