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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.