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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.