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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Q65,
Visage,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.