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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
the Human League,
EPMD,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.