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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 the Sonics to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.