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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
X-101,
Deakin,
The Names,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.