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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.