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 Norway and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.