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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.