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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.