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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Smog,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.