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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
The Motions,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.