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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Gong,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.