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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Icehouse,
X-102,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.