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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.