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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Pylon,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.