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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.