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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.