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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
MC5,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.