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 Benin and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.