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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.