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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
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.