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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.