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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.