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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
UT,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.