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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters 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,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.