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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.