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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Organ,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.