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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.