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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
UT,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.