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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.