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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Swans,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.