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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Q65,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.