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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.