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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Jakarta and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.