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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.