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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.