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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.