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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Ludus,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.