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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Niagra,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.