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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.