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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.