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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.