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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.