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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.