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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Swans,
The Saints,
Technova,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.