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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Darondo 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.