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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.