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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.