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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.