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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.