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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Wire,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.