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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.