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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.