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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.