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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.