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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Can,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
MC5,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.