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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.