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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
the Human League,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Television,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.