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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.