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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.