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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Television,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.