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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.