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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.