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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.