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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.