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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Brick,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.