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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.