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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.