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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.