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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.