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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Mars,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.