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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.