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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.