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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Scion,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
The Standells,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.