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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Symarip,
X-102,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.