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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.