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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.