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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.