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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.