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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.