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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Visage,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.