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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.