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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.