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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.