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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a snare 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.