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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.