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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Residents 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.