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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.