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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.