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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.