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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.