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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.