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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.