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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.