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-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.