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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.