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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.