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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.