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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.