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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Faust,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.