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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.