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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.