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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.