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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.