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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.