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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Suicide,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.