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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.