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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
UT,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.