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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Television,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Q65,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.