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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.