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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
X-102,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.