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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.