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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
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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.