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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.