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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.