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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.