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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.