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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.