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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Organ,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.