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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Technova,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.