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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.