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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.