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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.