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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.