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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Q65,
Scion,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.