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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.