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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.