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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Index to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.