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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.