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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Television,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.