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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.