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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.