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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.