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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.